I love the buzz, the hum, the whir, the sputter, the vibrating energy of the place.
I love that when I descended into the city's underbelly this morning and surveyed the subway car's rowed seating, every single person on the entire car was seated next to someone else of a different color, with a different story, a different departure point and a different destination.
I love that everyone knows what schlep and shmear mean.
I love that in a city where so many serious things happen, there is enough frivolity to account for an entire shop devoted solely to cupcakes and another one to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
I LOVE New York.
And I am SO excited for the screening here on Thursday.